This is a song about "Death and blood"

I hope she's blessed and her mom copes with the death

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Blood stainin black and white tops

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,

And death, beaten will decay

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

I gather the remains no waste and savour all the blood,

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

And watch ya blood drip out

Like they always say, blood, sweat and tears

Double mg, we millionaires

Yeah hail mary full of grace

And blood splattered all over my face.